When Dawn Comes by Tap-Chan
Rated: PG13+
Standard Disclaimer Apply: All Warcraft characters, spells and locations belong to Blizzard.
12/3/05
AN: I just can't help it! I'm just itching to try my hand at this after reading J CAE's warcraft works. ( ) Of course, this is just experimental... but it might cure me of my lethargy at anything creative recently.
Prologue:
He was cold. The harsh winds and ice cut at his skin and chilled him to the bone. Northrend, the roof of the world, was a harsh and desolate place to his people. It had been 6 months since the defeat of their lord and master, Illidan Stormrage. And yet, the ghost of the Betrayer seemed to linger in the minds of all who had followed him here.
They were so close to escaping this frozen land...
If only the undead would stay their hand for a moment, he and his people would be safe. They would be away from this unwelcoming land of ice and snow. He did not want to fail his people this way and have them perish in this forsaken land.
Prince Kael'thas Sunstrider urged his troops a little more...
They were so close to escape that he could almost feel it in the air.
Vashj and her Naga had most probably reached safety 2 days ago. But they had a pact. Each would wait for the other's safe retreat to the shore line, no one would be left behind. Not if they could help it.
In his mind's eye, Kael saw a pair of dancing eyes floating before him and heard the whisper of a rustling cloak from the depths of his memory, distracting him. But the voice of Illidan kept him from stopping and lapsing into certain death.
"Move, young Kael...or forever be trapped on this barren land with whatever memories you have, to be forgotten with your death."
The memories were all he had left... a memory of Quel'Thalas, a memory of vengeance, and a memory... of failure. These would not be forgotten. He would not allow it. So, he trekked through the snow, seeking escape and the salvation of the open seas.
Ner'Zhul in the body of Arthas, sat silent on the Frozen Throne of the Ice Crown Glacier. His eyes glowing an eerie incandescent blue as he saw all and yet, was looking at nothing at all. He had spent the last 6 months sitting on the Frozen Throne, recuperating and restoring the energies he had once lost when his icy prison had cracked.
And yet, even with his powers restored, he still could not reclaim the undead that had fallen from his grasp and into the hands of another. Another that he, or more precisely, Arthas, should never have brought back.
Sylvanas Windrunner, Queen of the Banshees.
Alone. It was funny how things could change in just the blink of an eye. The invasion of the scourge and the destruction of almost all life in Lordaeron. And now, she was alone. Oh, she had her followers, but she was alone. She could almost imagine that the world was at peace again...
But she knew better.
Hardships lay in her path and it was up to her to lead her people against all that lay before them. The calming waves of the ocean, hid what lay ahead...
In the back of her mind, a memory came and went before she could grasp it with her mind's hands.
"The ships have docked, m'lady. We await your command."
Whatever she would have remembered would have to wait. She had a goal to accomplish.
To be continued...
I have to say, I haven't a better the name for the story, so I just gave it one...so I wouldn't have this nagging feeling at the back of my mind that tells me, "Hoi, the story you're writing doesn't have a name!"
Right, I liked Kael for being an Elf previously, but I REALLY became a fan after J Cae's works. So, I decided to pull my practically dead writing skills to life and try my hand at this.
12/3/05